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Grow Up

Breathing in the knowledge
Letting it fill my mind
Turning, Churning
Processing over time
Forming realizations
That can't be ignored
Smelling the stench
Of reality
And pulling the cord
That connects you and I
From growing apart
Enabling you
From facing responsibilities
Allowing you to act
Like the child
You are

10 comments:

i have mixed feelings on this one...i think that there are far too many enablers out there that save their children from responsibility and in the end are setting their kids up for a big fail when reality hits them...because it will and the parents wont be there to save them...and its gonna get ugly...sorry i may have tnagented badly there but...its where you took me...

Your extremely close Brian! This IS about a child being sheltered and not having to face responsibility... but the child is now grown up and still is unable to face their responsibilities. They are very childlike in their thinking that the world will always bail them our or help them.

Thanks for fixing my link... I don't know how I managed to mess that up!

I've always thought about what I would do if i had kids, especially as they grow up and start to do all the things that I DID as a young teenager. The great thing about this poem is it creates the debate...children ARE children and not adults...yet where do you draw the line?...how much freedom do you allow them to have?....sheesh...im not sure I know the answer....

Well... you are headed in the right direction, but this poem is about an adult who was never allowed to be so. Now, I'm having to do the job/teaching that this person's parents never did. I'm having to allow and adult to be an adult and make their own mistakes so they can finally grow up to be the adult that they are. I hope it all makes sense! haha Thanks Stu for the wonderful prompt!

In raising children, most often it is so hard to know the answers....I can only hope my children look back at my raising of them in the same way that I look back at the way my parents raised me. I now realize they did the best they could, and they did it with love. I hope my children know this as well. But darn, some decisions are really hard to make, especially when kids are adolescents and fighting everything tooth and nail.

You have made me realize the challenge and delicate job of parenthood. I believe there is a time and place for teaching responsibilities and consequences of one's actions to children. While I want to shield my children from the brute reality of life, I don't want them to shy away from it either ~

If we don't let children make any mistakes and take responsibility for them, either they never grow up - which might go a long way to explaining why the world is in the mess it is in now - or the first mistake they make is huge and its consequences devastating, both for us and, more importantly , for them.

~Birds of a feather~

Hello...

I struggle with picking my brain; scooping out thoughts laced within each other.There are so many to choose, therefore I have nothing to say.Untangling them in order to focus on one proves to be rather complicated.That's what happens when your me.Don't confuse it with being shy, it's more like being deep.

Sit with me awhile; provide me with some quiet encouragment.As words appear in a ghostly form to hang before my eyes, ideas begin to materialize.Sentences flow freely from the tip of my pen.A story is fast approaching.My mind is no longer in the present; I am no longer me.Notice my meditation, but do not disturb.I can not tolerate disruption.

My escape from reality is short lived; I have been productive in my absence.I have written.Whatever it has become is no concern to me.It's all the same; my thoughts and dreams.You are welcome to take a peek anytime you please.